thank you british airways





Once I had a guitar, I was her only owner
But when I flew to Frankfurt they sent her to Barcelona,
Where the sounds of love and maracas fill the air
And while she was there she was tempted by flamenco
And you know guitars, well they just can't say no
To a man in a shirt that looks like women's underwear

And ever since that day
When I pick her up to play
By God I swear
You can hear her say

You don't do it like Pablo
You don't hold me like Pablo
You don't play me like Pablo
See, he'd go...

See? It's firey, it's passionate, it's exotic.
Your stuff is really boring...

Well what's a boy to do?
I was lord I was master
I was happy ever after
Until those stupid bastards
Sent her astray

Oh thank you British Airways
You're not getting there
No thank you British Airways
Next time I'll be flying Ryan Air

But still I let her off, although I found it troubling
That when I flew to Moscow they sent her to Dublin
Where the Guinness flows and the craic fills the air
And while she was there she folked around a little
But you know guitars, how much they love a fiddle
With some two ton monster with too much facial hair

And ever since that day When I pick her up to play
By God I swear
You can hear her say

You don't do it like Patrick
You don't hold me like Patrick
You don't play me like Patrick
See, he'd go...

See? It's fun. It's fun. You don't know what fun is, do you?
See your stuff is really depressing...

Well what's a boy to do?
I was lord I was master
I was happy ever after
Until those stupid bastards
Sent her astray
Oh thank you British Airways
You're not getting there
No thank you British Airways
Next time I'll be flying Ryan Air

But still I kept her on because she was so pretty
But when I flew to Hong Kong they sent her to Motor City
Where they 'sha-la-la' and 'doo-wop doo-wop' without a care
And while she was there she had a fling with soul
And you know guitars when you strum around the hole
Well apparently they have electric knobs over there

And ever since that day
When I pick her up to play
By God I swear
You can hear her say

You don't do it like Marvin
You don't hold me like Marvin
You don't play me like Marvin
See, he'd go...

See? It's got rhythm.
You can dance to it.
You can't dance to your stuff, can you?
See your stuff is really pedestrian..

Well what's a boy to do?
I was lord I was master
I was happy ever after
Until those stupid bastards
Sent her astray

Oh thank you British Airways
You're not getting there
No thank you British Airways
Next time I'll be flying Ryan Air

© Philip Jeays
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Released April 18th 2016 Take The Slow Train album

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